Birthday:September 5th 2000Coloration:Tortoiseshell TabbyLikes:Catnip and tuna!Pet-Peeves:No one better be late getting her that tuna!Favorite Toy:Catnip! Anything with catnip!Favorite Nap Spot:Where isn't Zoe's favorite nap spot?Favorite Food:Tuna tuna tuna!Skills:Zoe is the most comforting kitty I've ever met and always knows when I'm upset.Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story:I grew up wanting a cat rather desperately. However, before I was old enough to voice my opinion, my parents got me an adorable german shepard mix puppy. Time and time again I ask for a cat, but my parents tell me I already have a pet and must wait until my adorable and much loved Cutie Pie (Don't blame me, I was three when I named her) passed on. During the summer of fourth grade I was forced to move to a new home, in a new school district. Needless to say, I was not pleased. November 2003, I make my Christmas list to show my father. For the first time in my whole life I did not put Cat down as number one. Cat appeared nowhere on my list. I was finally beaten, convinced I would be waiting years for a feline of my own. However, when my dad saw my list, he was less than pleased. He asked me, quite worried, if I still wanted a cat at all. "Of course!" I told him and explained why a feline friend was not on my list. He demanded I put cat on there anyway. I think you can guess where this is going. A few weeks later, out of the blue, my mother asks me to give a pretend tour of her advent village, set up in our living room. My mother gets out her camera and begins to film me pointing out the various aspects of the little people's town. Midway through my tour, my father arrives home carrying what I assume to be a Build-A-Bear box. Now, one must understand, I take my tour guiding very seriously. So when my father tried to interupt me so I could open an early Christmas present, I shushed him, gave him a dirty look, and returned to my mission. My parents found this amusing. After a couple of attempts to sabotage my tour, my mother told me to open the present and I agreed huffily. I did not read the box before I opened it. Later I would read the words "Animal Humane Society" in shock, because when I opened the box a lithe feline sat up and began looking around her new castle. I experienced what felt like several minutes of shock as time froze. And then my adorable tortoiseshell tabby jumped from her box and began exploring. I immediatly asked my family how long we got to keep her, if we were fostering her, etc. They assured me the cat was mine and mine alone, and told me I could rename her or keep the name she had recieved at the shelter. I noticed she already answered to it, and, figuring she'd been through one name change and traumatic experience once, called her my Zoe. The final moment on the video tape goes as follows: "So, Tessa, what are you thinking now?" My father asks. 4th grade me looks at him for several moments and then grins. "That we need to get a litter box!"Bio:Zoe was recently diagnosed with lymphoma and the vet recently informs me that Zoe is on borrowed time. Her appetite, as always, remains undiminished. I ask that those reading this send good vibes our way for Zoe.Forums Motto:Her HighnessThe Last Forum I Posted In:Worried about my ZoeI've Been On Catster Since: